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  • About a week ago, we lost another friend. By "we" I mean my High School classmates. We've lost a few over the past couple of years. Some due to sickness, others sudden heart attacks and a few from random acts of violence. It's been 22 years since we graduated, and thanks to social media, the majority of us are still connected. Each time there is a loss, someone always says something like "tomorrow isn't promised" or "in case I don't see you guys tomorrow, I love you". You know, the usual things people say to get others to realize that we are all mortal and that.....well....tomorrow isn't promised.
    This latest death though, kind of shook everyone a little. The person was well liked and known and their death came out of no where. I know each of us were thinking deeply about our own mortality this week by the type of statuses posted.Some were inspiring, some boasted on reality, some were totally scary and others were just sad. Like the game was up....
    Cleaning out a closet, I found my old High School Memory box a few days ago. When I looked at it, I knew immediately what I had to do. I copied and posted all the pics from our Senior year. This pic is our "Class Clown" class photo. There were 417 of us in the graduating class. I have to say that the past 2 days have been a blast! Inspired by the past and rejuvenated by the hope and dreams that twinkled in the eyes of teenagers, life returned to the lifeless. Photos, phone calls, emails, "Likes" and RT's are flying everywhere. No one is talking about death or funerals and no one is standing on their holy status hill demanding the rest of us wake up before we die. It's all about, for now anyways, life.....
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